bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Tuesday 19th May 2020.

Day fifty-seven of this here lock down begins to close, the concrete sky of early evening hastens the impact of the darkness creeping around the street lights along the road beyond this window, traffic is light which is an improvement on day one of this here lockdown the silence then quite shattering. I have sat in this room so much over the past fifty-seven days i can tell when a bus passes and other interesting traffic amongst the hum-drum cars which swish up the road, i am almost sure i can pick out the squeak of a bicycle as peddles pump up to climb up this gradient leading to the town of Hyde on the fringes of the Manchester Basin, without looking out of the window. Does this mean i'm quite mad....Perhaps so.
This afternoon as the sun broke free from the concrete grey sky i pottered around the garden, in that sighing motion must do this, and that, not sure if to open up a bottle of chardonnay or fizzy water just to sit awhile soak up the sun and ponder over the jungle of my garden.I also had the urge to slip a couple of batteries into a travel wireless i used to carry when i back packed around Asia the sound of the BBC world service would keep me feeling from home sick the sound of an English voice talking about warm beer,the shipping forecast, and how we were mashing the Aussie's at cricket was a comfort. I just wanted a voice that did not say stay alert, keep 6ft distance, wash your hands,XXX..have passed away bringing the total for England to YYYYYY...
Slipping through the wave bands it was indeed hard to tune into something where the flu virus was not the ultimate topic...Only BBC Radio 3...pulled that string the classical music whispered around my small herb garden...until the Five-o-clock news and yes the first person mentioned was Trump...and there i shall leave it, and bid the world good night, sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite. To all whom pass this way love and peace, stay safe..So Goeth..xx

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